Quiet. The kind you think you want, until you finally get it. Freedom. No deadlines, no pressure, no one watching. Maybe even a strange sense of power - every place, every city, every sunset belongs to you
the machine consumes
It's still heavy, so I stopped thinking, but the weight is still there. Hopeless
1000th post this is! What a ride
red cavalry riding
space opera
I never get mad
burning spirit, where are you?
My mind keeps building illusions, and my emotions fall for them every time
as above so below, what's underneath goes above your head
sooner or later
Funny how we believe we’re exceptional, and then life reminds us we’re not. Yet the way we keep moving through the dark? That’s the real magic
what do you see?
"A crowd thinks only in images, never in truth - give it a dream, and it will gladly burn reality to the ground."
Some days I swear none of this matters. And yet… I keep walking into the fire
they know better!
Some days everything aligns so perfectly it feels written in the bones of time and then, without warning, the darkest of the night araises
small and large journeys
Yeah, I'm coming too
psychology of the crowd
to the core, to the source
Association begins the moment a molecule becomes aware of the other. Connection is the first flicker of consciousness
Oh great sun, burning crown of the sky, you nourish and you destroy
We walk like gods, heads lifted high, forgetting that our feet are still buried in the soil of the Mother who holds us
Even though it never happened, I can still feel it in my heart
illusions
At the heart of our galaxy lies a black hole - a reminder that even creation itself needs a place to disappear
silently walking trough worlds, looking for my own